A/N: Chapter 11! We're sorry if our little spoiler confused you chapter wise-but we did name it so it would come up that it isn't actually a chapter. This is the real one-and now our chapters are off-and it's extraordinarily annoying-but here we go!
This is Jack's revenge! One or two of the o/c's from the poll will be revealed here. So far it would seem everyone wants Ciara&the Ryans and Maria&the De Rossi's to come back-your wish is our command! Stay tuned :D Also-next to the Ryan's I said I had something special planned for one Ryan-I had to clear it with Talia first-well I asked her and she agreed so you'll be seeing the Ryan's a lot more! Bear with us because it's hard writing for Ciara especially-and seeing as neither of us are boys (if you hadn't guessed) it's hard writing boys who aren't Jack (James Cameron set a platform for Dawson writers). We're sorry for the delay-we've been busy with coursework and such and we're seeing Titanic today (oh my God..) and it's Alessia's birthday on Thursday and Talia's next Friday. We checked our view chart yesterday and we broke 5,000 (OMG) in one day! 821 views in ONE DAY! YOU GUYS ROCK! and when we found out we thought about something Gracii said-Because of the rerelease there are a lot more readers :D Welcome to the Titanic fandom! We're gonna stop babbling now.
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"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today."
-William White
A Whole New Life
Chapter 11
That morning Jack woke up before Rose. He had a lot on his mind. He could tell from what they did last night that her self-confidence was almost non-existent. She had been shy. Last night had reminded him that Rose didn't exactly think she was beautiful-that she didn't think she was good enough for him (she had told him, repeatedly, last night) 'I don't deserve you'. He made it his mission to get Rose to be more confident,. well one of his missions, his other one was to wake her up because she was going to work with him today. He'd made that decision before he even knew what had happened yesterday when he got looked down at her. Rose was lying next to him, her hare body snuggled up against him. Her long red locks sprayed out across her pillow. Her bare shoulder poked out from under the sheets, goosebumps placed sporadically round it. He leaned down, kissed it softly, which made her smile in her sleep, and covered it with the carefully got out of bed and put on his pants and headed to the kitchen to make Rose some tea.
Rose's eyes fluttered open and of course the first thing she did was reach for Jack, who wasn't there. She was about to panic when she heard a huge crash and Jack shouting,
"Shit!" It was coming from the kitchen. Rose giggled, and kept giggling even until Jack came back into the bed room.
"What's so funny?" Jack asked looking a little confused.
"You," Rose replied with a massive grin on her face. "How come you brought me tea? Jack, you didn't need to do that." Rose asked as Jack placed the cup on the table next to Rose's side of the bed.
"Because I luurve you" said Jack in a rather amusing way. He went back round to his side of the bed and got under the covers
"Good morning by the way. Sorry if my crashing woke you" Jack said feeling a little guilty.
"No n, you didn't wake me don't worry." Rose then got up from the bed quickly putting on the robe she found on the floor and headed over to the closet.
"..and where do you think you're going?" Jack cheekily asked. Rose rolled her eyes, not looking back at him
"To make myself look a little presentable" Rose blankly replied.
"Why?"
"Well I always had to be dressed before 7:45"
"You weren't yesterday…"
"I forgot" Rose replied with a small giggle. Jack got off the bed and walked over to her.
"Rose, come back to bed. I don't need to leave until 8:45" Jack as he pulled her closer to him. He then took her hand and led her over to the bed, he undid her robe and took it off slowly, taking in the scent of her as he did. She smelt of an old, musty perfume; obviously not applied since long before the Titanic had sunk, and the freezing subzero water had washed off the remainders. There was just enough for him to recognise that this was a perfume he had smelt in her cabin, before he had drawn her.
He then opened up the covers for her then he got in on the other side. Once they were both back in bed he remembered his 'mission'; to make her feel as beautiful as she truly was. He hugged her close and began to place tiny kisses on her shoulder and up onto her neck until he finally reached her ear which he had so many times whispered words of love into.
"You're so beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman in the world. It doesn't matter what you are or are not wearing," Jack's smirk, he expected could be visible from the next galaxy, as well as Rose's blush as she pushed a piece of red hair behind her ear "You will always be beautiful". Rose could feel tears welling up in her eyes the only other man apart from Jack that had called her beautiful was her father. She missed Henry so much. Hr moved so he was hovering over her protectively, he kissed away the tears that fell from her eyes.
"Did he ever call you beautiful, Rose?". Jack didn't need to point out to him was. Rose felt herself shudder at even the tiniest mention of him.
"No," she shook her head "Not once." Jacks heart broke into a million pieces. How could Cal have Rose in front of him twenty four hours a day and not notice how stunning she was?
"What? No, how could he not? You're amazing..you..you're so breathtakingly beautiful, no-you're stunning." was all Jack could get out before he had to give into his urge to kiss every inch of her and never stop. After about 15 minutes of non stop making out the two finally broke apart.
"I don't deserve you" Rose breathlessly whispered to him. It was true, Jack was expressive and had a beautiful soul and was word wisely..and just so unique, and just wonderful.
"You deserve more" Jack replied into another kiss. It was now 8:15.
"Rose how about we go and get some breakfast then you can come to work with me?" Jack suggested. Well, he didn't really suggest it. He'd already made his mind up, and if he had to drag her there kicking and screaming he regrettably, would. He wasn't going to allow her to walk into danger ever again. He was keeping her safe. That and he wanted to keep her with him selfishly. He loved her so much it hurt to be away from her; probably it hurt as much as Rose's soul had been hurting as she hung from the Titanic after jumping back onboard from that lifeboat.
"I'd like that. A lot.. are you sure?" she replied nervously, stroking his cheek, but her eyes wavered back to his lips. Jack smiled and kissed her softly, whispering
"Of course" and with that he got off her and went to go and get dressed for the day. Rose did the same, and they continued sneaking glances at each other as they changed, like a couple of infatuated teenagers, and she giggled as he caught her looking, and he blushed as she caught him. Love radiated toward each other from opposite sides of the room and made it comfortably warm; like a comforting road.
As they were walking down the street to the café they saw someone they didn't expect, nor want to see.
Longhsaw. Walking smugly down the road in a too tight fitting suit, tilting his hand in faux respect to the couples he passed, his arm being held by a small, slender woman with a smile on her face. Was that his wife? It couldn't be. She was much too beautiful. Her hair was tied and braided to one side, a long blond plait. Her cheeks were rosy, a colour reflected in her heart shaped lips. Her skin was the colour of oak, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with admiration for her fat, repulsive husband. Rose immediately pulled her hat over her eyes and titled her head so she was hidden behind Jack. He peered down curiously at her and tilted the edge of her hat up, smirking
"Rose? What's wrong?" Rose peered up at him tearfully
"That's Longshaw. The man who..touched me." Jack's head snapped up and he searched the street for that son of a bitch. His eyes almost ignited as he saw the man, who as he saw Rose, smiled. Jack snarled, a strange, feral noise. The man backed off, but tilted his head, tapping the edge of his hat with a smirk. Rose shied away, and Jack heard her breathing get heavier.
Scared. She was terrified.
Jack felt fury build inside him. It started in his head and oddly, down by his feet. It rose and rose as he saw her try to hide in the crook of his arm. His face was going red and he could feel heat in his cheeks. As the heat reached his heart, it was like an alarm clock screamed, and he finally lost it. He broke away from Rose and ran toward Longshaw and tackled him and his smug smile to the ground. His wife screamed and immediately Jack felt his scared little Rose trying to drag him off. They were attracting quite a crowd now, and there were several shouts of:
"Go on! Give it to him!'' apparently Longshaw was unpopular with some. Others yelled to a shopkeeper to call the warden. He had to finish this quickly. He drew back his fist and punched Longshaw hard on the nose, and kept punching until there was a satisfying crunch as his nose shattered. He kneed him in the balls so the bastard wouldn't be reproducing anytime soon and head butted him, ignoring the man's struggle and screams of agony. He stood up and kicked the man in the side, then shouted menacingly
"You come near my wife again and I'll destroy you. You hear me?" Longshaw groaned as he struggled to get up, cupping his nose as he tried to stem the blood flowing like a water feature. Rose gripped his arm as she stepped in front of him, pulling his face so he was looking at her, instead of glaring at Longshaw, who was receiving help from his wife
"Jack! Look at me, Jack!'' she cried, and finally he looked down. All of his anger immediately died away. She looked calm, but behind her green eyes lurked fear. She had seen Jack's temper in all of it's livid glory; and he scared her. Could she honestly marry a man she was scared of? Jack felt guilty and he pulled her toward him, hugging her as hard as he could. He stroked her long red locks, their colour matching his previous temper. He felt like he was slowly cooling down, and all he had needed to do that was his love.
"I'm sorry, Rose. He kept smirking like he'd won. I..I couldn't bear to see you scared of him." Rose gripped Jack's arm and pulled him away from the scene, where a policeman was telling everyone to leave. He decided to follow her, and together, they started walking again to Brown Comics.
~* California*~
"Jack..what you did back there..it scared me. It really scared me. It's like you turned from the man I loved into..into Cal in under five seconds. How can I marry you if you react like that every time something bad happens?" Jack couldn't believe his ears. He'd been defending her, and all he'd succeeded in doing was pushing her away and making her doubt getting married was what was right.
"If we were to have children, how could I know that every time they misbehaved you wouldn't react like that?" Jack froze, and Rose looked at him nervously. His gaze bore into her skull. If he could read minds, he would have happily read what was on Rose's that second. Him..hurt his own child? He couldn't, he'd die first before he hurt Rose or any children they had.
"Rose, I only did that because I couldn't bear the idea of him scaring you. You have the right to walk around town without being terrified of seeing him! As for children-that's completely different and you know it!" Rose ducked her head and they resumed walking
"I know it's different."
"So why would you say it?" Jack questioned, feeling less anxious now. She had seemed to calmed down a fair amount.
"Jack..it's like for a second you turned into Cal. That scared me," Jack's ears were burning. His heart hurt. Cal had hurt her, he had guessed as much.
"Just..promise me that the person I just saw isn't you." Jack moved in front f her and gripped her hands
"Rose, I swear. I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you. I would happily return to Titanic and jump off if I thought I could. I just want you to be happy." Rose smiled and Jack felt at ease as he leaned down and kissed her softly.
~*Brown and Co Comics Co.*~
"Just..act natural." Jack whispered, as she had started to feel self conscious. They had arrived at Brown and Co Comics ten minutes ago and all the men had been doing is staring at her. Jack led her to a tiny office with an easel and flip art book. He had various pieces of paper with small animated characters on them, and screwed up pieces of paper. Rose picked one up and was shocked by the sheer quality of Jack's drawing; as she was every time she saw one of his pieces. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered that night on that ship where he had blushed as he drew her naked. Although that had been one of the worst nights of her existence, she couldn't deny that it was also one of the most exhilarating also.
"Jack, Andrew wants to know if-" a dark haired man entered the room, looking down at some papers and flattening his tie as he spoke. When he looked up and saw Rose he raised an eyebrow and looked over at Jack, who laughed
"Rose, this is Terrence Hangar, the other illustrator. Terry, this is my Rose." Terry held out his hand and kissed Rose's gloved one gently, smiling
"Pleased to meet ya', Rose. Jackie's told us lots about ya'." he spoke with a strong Brooklyn accent, which in her experience had been fierce and often associated it with loud mouthed drunkards. No matter how much Terry's voice was loud and rough; she couldn't help but feel at ease. She smiled over at Jack, then back at Terry
"Has he? I cannot imagine why." Terry smiled
"And all true, by the looks of things. Well, Rose. Welcome to Brown and Co! Now, Jack. Andrew wants to know if the drawings of Woody are done." Jack rolled his eyes and fiddled with some papers
"I've been here one day!" Terry rolled his eyes
"That's what I said, but he's the guy who writes the pay slips, so if you want your check, I'd get it done before quittin' time." he nodded toward Rose and left the way he came, shouting
"Andy, he's gonna get it to ya' before quittin' time." Rose giggled and sat on the desk as Jack drew.
"He seems nice." he smiled as he drew a large oval, and asked Rose to pass a eraser, as she did, he gripped her hand, then kissed it, looking up like he had on the ship. As he drew with his right hand he placed his left on Rose's leg.
"So, Rose. May I present to you, Woody Woodchuck." he pulled a sheet off of the easel. She burst into laughter. Woody Woodchuck stood towering over an elephant, a hand grenade in his hand and the elephant next to him looking panicked. The caption read
'Woody's Apple' Jack smiled at her laugh, especially a she gripped her stomach and smiled up at him. A ginger man stuck his head round the door and Jack's head snapped up and he scowled. Rose straightened up too, made nervous by the man's stare
"Mr Dawson, you know that you are not allowed to bring unauthorised personnel to work." Jack rolled his eyes
"She was authorised. Derrick's wife said do whatever I need to keep myself and my fiancée safe and happy."
"Mr Brown's wife has no say at Brown and Co. Have you finished the drawings?" Jack threw Woody Woodchuck at him and the man caught it deftly, then nodded to Rose
"Andrew Holder." Rose mimicked him, a straight expression and pursed lips
"Rose Dawson." Andrew went red and suddenly left, leaving Rose and Jack in stitches. Jack threw his pencil onto his desk and looked at his watch. Seven twenty-nine. Quitting time was in twenty minutes but he had finished up. He looked up at Rose, who was smiling like she'd seen something wonderful. Smiling, she walked to his side and put her arm round his shoulders
"Mr Big Artiste, are you finished with your animated woodchuck?" Jack scoffed and leaned back, holding Rose's hand and letting his thumb brush across her palm, enjoying the shudder she gave as his other hand swept across her leg. He sat up straight and grabbed his jacket and put it on. He held out his hand and she smiled as she took it, gripping as if she would never let go, and would never want to. Together they left Brown&Co together, their arms linked, looking like a regular couple.
Andrew Holder sat by his desk writing
Caledon,
A man has been employed at Brown&Co in Rancho Santa Margherita by the name of Jack Dawson. With him, a red headed fiancée Rose. Prior to our conversation on Thursday I daresay this is your woman. Please enclose the money in a separate envelope.
Sincerely,
Andrew L. Holder.
A/N: Andrew Holder is such a gank. So Cal has come back into the picture. Don't worry-we believe in karma. This jackass as Madam called him will not be getting away with what he did. We promise.
-The2DawsonGirls
(Talia&Alessia)
Xxxx